Showing posts with label arcades. Show all posts
Showing posts with label arcades. Show all posts

Tuesday, 26 October 2010

Arcades, melancholy & the late 1930s


Here's a funny thing I noticed the the other day.
By now you should all be aware of this:
Hence, the light that fell from above, through the panes between the iron supports, was dirty and sad.


-Walter Benjamin, Arcades Project, [F1,1] p.150 (1927-40)

But what about this then eh?
The Zwinger [...] is altogether lovely, with such sudden sad passages [arcades] ...


-Samuel Beckett, Letter to Thomas McGreevy, 16/2/37

There are sad passages, the arcades leading up to the entrance on the garden side.


-Samuel Beckett, Letter to Günther Albrecht, 30/3/37